Paws, filthy draws.
She'll scratch your back and claim it's yours
She doesn't belong to no one and this is how she reigns
Without the flick of an eyelid
This may sound a bit morbid
But she would die before she's trapped in any man's orbit
She can't be tamed, but she takes things too deep
like mother nature she brings me peace
when my mind is asleep, she's strong enough to weep
Her hearts worn and still warm
The greatest masterpiece I've ever drawn
Her face when she could tell I wouldn't yawn when she spills her heart out in any form
Changes, she'll mark her territory
This isn't a love story
I was just double checking that she knows her glory